Paintings of Terror

The props in the box are indeed strange, as Ke Xun said, and they come in all kinds.

Everyone leaned forward and saw a writing brush, a fishing rod, a small copper basin, a red fruit of an unknown plant, a Confucian scarf worn on the head of an ancient literati, and a sword. Two longan cores, a round red stone, a beard that is suspected to be a cat, a pair of cat ear headdresses, a pair of rabbit ear headdresses, a pair of antler headdresses, and a set of clothes.

Everyone was a little confused, but Qi Qiang was quick to grab the sword in his hand first.

This sword is very sharp. When Qi Qiang took it out of the box, the tip of the sword swept across the arm of the girl with the hair. It was obviously still half an inch away from her clothes, but it was amazing There was a gap in the clothes on the female arm.

Having such a weapon can at least give people a sense of psychological security.

The girl with curly hair screamed in hindsight, clutching her arms and staring at Qi Qiang angrily: "You are sick! Almost scratched me to know! You are blind! You are robbing--ah!"

The series of sprays in her mouth hadn't been finished yet, and Qi Qiang was slapped heavily on her face long ago. She suddenly leaned to the side and fell to the ground in embarrassment.

"What are you doing!" The other three comrades who were in the painting with her shouted to Qi Qiangqi in shock and anger.

Qi Qiang glanced at these people sullenly, and pointed at them with the sword in his hand: "I can do whatever I want, who won't accept it?"

Seeing that these people had to say something for some reason, Ke Xun slapped the box suddenly, and everyone was startled.

"Don't waste time," Ke Xun looked at the little gang faintly, "Anyone in this painting can kill, anyone can be killed, I advise you to use your brain before you act, even if you don't believe that our brother Qin treated you before What you say, it doesn't hurt to think twice before acting, especially before you know the current situation, are you right?"

Seeing a few people thinking about his words, Ke Xun glanced at Qi Qiang again, and curled his lips with a smile: "Brother Qiang, we have entered a few more paintings than you, there is an experience— —In this painting, you can indeed kill your companions at will, but without exception, none of the people who killed their companions can successfully paint, and die worse than anyone else. Of course you can not believe it, or you can try it casually, but brother me I would like to remind you of friendship. After all, there is only one life. The first time you try, there will be no second time. The best thing is to be cautious, don't you?"

Qi Qiang had fought with this kid in the last painting. Of course, he knew that this kid's fist was by no means as harmless as his handsome face, not to mention that he would suffer as a result of passing it.

In addition, there is the cold-faced kid standing next to him, and that is a master who can't see the depth.

Qi Qiang snorted coldly, carefully dropped the sword in his hand to his side, walked to the side and looked at the crowd with a gloomy face.

"Hurry up and pick the props, hurry up." Ke Xun said that he was about to reach out for the red round stone, but Wei Dong grabbed it.

"That kind of non-characteristic thing is not suitable for you," Wei Dong picked out the pair of rabbit ear headdresses, put them on Ke Xun's head, and then blew his whistle, "Tuboy, you say Saibu Sek sei?" He said, screaming towards Mu Yiran.

"...I'm Corgi, not a rabbit." Ke Xun took off his headwear and threw it back into the box, turning his head to look at Mu Yiran, "Yiran, you help me pick it."

Before the change, the gangster would give him a cold eye, and turn and walk away mercilessly. Now the gangster lowered his head, glanced in the box, bent over, stretched out his slender arms and fingers, and chose for him. There is a prop.

It’s good to have a boyfriend, Ke Xun thought.

Then his boyfriend put on a pair of cat ear headdresses for him.

Ke Xun: "..."

Weidong: It turns out that the boss likes **** and indifferent little cat aunty.

Weidong’s face was thrown away by the dog food. The props in the box had been taken by everyone. Qin Ci picked a fishing rod, and Zhu Haowen picked up the very inconspicuous cat whisker. Luo Wei chose It was a red round stone, and he took the very delicate copper pot of small chisel flowers for his girlfriend Li Yaqing.

Unexpectedly, it was yellow skin. This man who was obviously a mixed bag on the Dao and was a few more "black" than Qi Qiang chose the Confucian scarf worn on the head of the ancient man. This taste and his personal style are very different. It's a violation.

The four newcomers, two men and two women, chose two longan cores, rabbit ear headdresses, dragon horn headdresses, and the clothes.

In the end, there was only a brush and the thing that didn't know what plant fruit was left in the box. Weidong looked at Mu Yiran: "Big brother, which one do you want?"

Mu Yiran bent over and picked up the plant fruit, leaving the brush to Weidong.

The box was emptied, revealing the handwriting written on the bottom of the box: Please wear/wear/take your own props, and no exchange is allowed in the middle.

"Insane..." The girl with curly hair groaned bitterly, and she looked at the rabbit ear headdress in her hand. She saw that it was very cute, so she didn't say more, she put the headdress on her head.

The rest of the people don’t need to wear the props in their pockets or hold them in their hands. It is worth noting that after entering this painting, the clothes on everyone’s body have not changed. What is outside the painting? What's inside?

Except for the newcomer who chose the clothes and props, he hesitated and decided to change into this suit. He saw a red and white horizontal striped T, a black flared pants, and a wide yellow belt in the middle. , It fits well, but also quite funny.

Ke Xun's attention was all on the plant fruits in Mu Yiran's hands. Among the 13 items, it seemed that only one of the 13 items needed to be taken: "What should I do? Really want to eat it?"

Mu Yiran looked down and thought for a moment, then said "Um" and put the fruit into his mouth without hesitation.

Ke Xun didn't stop it after thinking about it. Since it was the rules given by the painting, there was only one way to go.

Seeing Mu Yiran eating the fruit, Ke Xun quickly asked concerned: "How do you feel?"

Mu Yiran's brows moved slightly, and he lowered his voice slightly: "There is nothing unusual in the body for the time being, but there seems to be some slight numbness in the ears just now, like electricity."

Ke Xun was taken aback, and quickly raised his hand to support Mu Yiran's cheek, and turned his head to the side: "Let's take a look!" As he said, he looked into his earholes and saw that it was clean and nothing changed.

Mu Yiran turned his face slightly and looked at Ke Xun, who was close at hand. His disheveled but stylist hair was fluffy moving around under his eyes, and on both sides of his head, the two cat ear headdresses worn by his hands. At this moment, it turned back and forth like a pair of living ears that really grew on a cat, occasionally shaking the tips of the ears!

"Ke Xun!" Mu Yiran frowned, reaching out to pull the cat ears on his head.

But when he heard Ke Xun's "hiss", he made an expression of pain, and then he was also surprised: "Damn!"

I quickly raised my hand to touch it, but unexpectedly this touch was like touching my ears. Not only did the hand feel tactile, but this pair of cat ears also made me feel "touched by the hand".

——In other words, the pair of cat ears seemed to grow out of his body, blending with his body without any sense of disobedience!

Several old members looked at him in shock and saw that the two pointed cat ears on his head were standing upright with great alertness...

"Damn!" Wei Dong gaped and looked at Ke Xun with his eyes wide open. "Aren't you going to become a cat?!"

Qin Ci asked concerned: "Is there anything wrong with the body?"

"Not yet..." Ke Xun said, his pupils dilated suddenly, and he turned around quickly, cocked his **** and asked Mu Yiran, "Help me see, don't you have a long tail?"

Everyone: "..."

"No." Mu Yiran pursed his lips.

"Where's the beard?" Ke Xun turned around again, pouting at Mu Yi.

"..." Mu Yiran looked at him, paced forward half a step, and stood close to him, "No."

Ke Xun thought to himself: Why does his voice seem to be a little dangerous?

Wei Dong thought to himself: Why are you guilty again, believe it or not, he will push you to the ground now!

Qin Ci thought to himself: Hao Wen may be the chairman of the cat beard, but he picked the cat beard, wait for me to observe.

Zhu Haowen thought: Very cute.

Suddenly, I heard several newcomers exclaiming from the side. It turned out that the girl with the curly hair and another woman who chose the dragon horn headdress were the same as Ke Xun. The headdress on the head had grown into a part of the body. Tugging at the bunny ears on his head, it hurts myself with great effort.

"What's going on? What's going on?" The girl with curly hair was finally panicked and ran over, grabbing Qin Ci's arm and staring at him.

"As you can see," Qin Ci said to her in a deep voice, "It's just like what I said to you at the beginning, this is the world in the painting."

With a "bang", the box suddenly closed the lid. Everyone looked over, only to see the line on the lid: Choice determines fate.

"...Anything that rises to the level of destiny is not a good thing..." Wei Dong said.

"Let's take a step and take a look." Qin Cizheng said, and suddenly heard a "click" sound on the circular wall of this enclosed room. In a blink of an eye, a circular trace was split at the position where these sounds sounded. The trace of the shape shrinks toward both sides like a sliding door, and six circular doors are opened at different positions on this circle of walls.

Several newcomers finally realized the huge difference between the situation in front of them and the real world. They were panicked or screamed or drank or shuddered and shivered beside the old members, for fear that something terrible or someone would run out of them as soon as the door opened.

After all the doors were opened and stopped moving again, the old members took their steps and separately looked at the situation outside the six doors.

The weird style of the Weird School paintings finally emerged at this time, and every round door that appeared in front of everyone seemed to be a different world.

Different from all the paintings I have entered before, each of the previous paintings embodies only a single world, and this weird and rebellious painting presents six worlds, so which world can be Escape from the correct world of paintings?

Choice determines fate.

"What...what to do?" The newcomers looked at the old members for help.

"It seems that the rules of this painting are related to choice," Zhu Haowen said. "Whether it is everyone's choice of props just now, or the next choice of these six worlds. The wrong choice is likely to be death."

Wei Dong was depressed: "This difficulty is suddenly six times harder than before. Before, we only needed to find clues in one world. Now we have to find clues in six worlds. We only have seven days. It's too nervous."

"Does the six doors still mean that we should act in groups?" Qin Ci glanced at a few panicked newcomers and sighed softly, "Then, let's get to know each other first."